Overpowered Wizard

Chapter 207: B2: C107: Grimrock Horror 1

“Quarter Percent Power Unsealed. Tiny Darkness,” Zarian chanted, his hands signing the last part.

Bianca’s invisibility cloaking dropped away from him. Hannah’s runic sound devices played heavy battle music on full blast from behind him.

The Madness Wizard and his Parasite Cloak +3 seemed to stand on their own at the entrance of the battle atrium. The hell orcs knew where to go to find him, and Zarian preferred it that way.

The cavernous room had giant red-orange veins streaking and pulsating over every surface. A hellish haze clouded the floor where old skeletons, broken weapons, and blackened gore littered the place.

Somewhere across the large chamber, one special orc was beating hard on an enchanted drum that buffed every hell orc in the arena. The drumming was consistent, furious, and in tune with the wrathful ambiance of the Grimrock Hell Gate.

At this point, Zarian and his friends felt as wrathful as the hell orcs.

Two weeks had gone by with them crawling deeper into the Grimrock Hell Gate, which tightened the coordination and unification of Zarian and his friends’ many abilities.

Their techniques had improved. Their killer instincts had sharpened. Their enemies had fallen dead far faster. And more importantly, Zarian and Para had new tricks as they faced another arena filled with roaring and angry hell orcs.

Zarian gave the hell orcs something else to get crazy about. He let Para slice miniature scythes into his arms and spill his blood.

All the hell orcs smelled the blood regardless of the haze. Their berserk skill activated.

They came running through the haze with a relentless fervor. Any piece of debris or discarded thing in their way got crushed under their stomping feet. Many of them used an infernal force with their blood force to rocket themselves forward, closing the distance fast.

The heavy drumming intensified.

The booming battle music sounded just right.

And the crazed hell orcs stuck themselves onto a thirty-foot tall wall of dark spikes Zarian spread across the entire width of the arena.

He hadn’t done something like this since the first days of entering the Infinita Star System. It wasn’t until recently that Zarian had improved his sealing technique even further, allowing him to use the smallest amount of Overwhelming Darkness possible, a quarter of one percent.

It was still a strain, but nowhere near as much as the higher percentages.

He also had Para’s help, which was major. She kept his Unraveled Mind anchored against the cosmic hunger of Overwhelming Darkness.

She also evoked Aura Mastery with an array of spells, Bloody Lifesteal and Black Fire being chief among them.

The hell orcs roared in shock and horror.

The blood energy from their berserk skill and the blood they spilled on the dark palisade spikes glowed a bright crimson, robbing them of life energy. The fanning black flames feasted on their vitality, reducing their health energy and healing, while applying some minor burn damage.

The stealing of life energy stuck out the most for Zarian, really. He didn’t even have to touch the blood, especially when Para was using her hunger aura. She absorbed the life energy with Aura Mastery and sent it straight into his body.

All that life energy from sixty hell orcs made Zarian feel like he was riding a lightning bolt made of energized ecstasy.

Draining thousands of years of life straight into his body was almost too much for him. He couldn’t hold all of that stuff. Most of it would bleed away rapidly.

But not instantly.

He would be on the highest of highs for a few days or weeks, at least, and he could always try to take in more, especially when he had hell orcs stuck on his dark palisade like pigs on the spit.

They thrashed and thrashed. They used their overt Strength to break pieces off the spiky palisade, which was well within possibility. A quarter of one percent of his darkness wasn’t too strong.

But Zarian kept growing more spikes from below the hell orcs and behind them. He kept skewering them to keep them stuck even with them thrashing.

Black Fire burnt up more of their vitality and their flesh. Bloody Lifesteal kept absorbing life energy straight into him.

He could taste their fear. He could hear the screams of nearly sixty thousand souls, a thousand each for every hell orc.

The hell orcs raged further. They cried louder. They fought harder, breaking more pieces off the dark palisade spike trap.

Zarian made adjustments, growing more and more spikes, skewering through their torsos and limbs to trap them for longer.

By then, Hannah had gotten into place, having dropped on the left side of the arena-wide palisade.

She no longer used cannons. She had two dozen golems flying in orbit around her, each one shining with a deadly green tint.

The round, sophisticated, and enchanted smart weapons emitted an overwhelming volley of destructive beams on the nearest hell orc.

Landing beside Hannah, Gilbert and Slip trotted along with the deadly engineer. The Knighted Healer was there to defend Hannah in case a wild hell orc broke free and to help pacify the orcs some more.

Gilbert flipped his Healing Force +2 from recovering health energy to suppressing health energy. He also applied Tranquilizer Touch +2 into the mix.

He sent the intersected debuff energies into the nearest hell orc that Hannah was aiming to destroy.

Last, but not least, a focused ray of sunshine struck the same hell orc, scorching it, and applying Shining Mark +2. The mark reduced the power of evil and increased everyone’s accuracy on the target.

In short, the poor hell orc had to deal with powerful dark spikes, enhanced Bloody Lifesteal, enhanced Black Fire, vital health reduction, tranquilizer energy, an evil-reducing mark of light, and twenty-four green destruction beams from legendary golems.

The hell orc died in record time, completely eradicated by smartly placed powers concentrated on one target.

The others knew to get out of the way, Bianca flapping into the air to remove her big self.

Zarian turned into an uncanny and monstrous man thing, his mouth shifting with a snap and crunch to become a toothy, gator-like jaw. Many scythes, tentacles, and claws reared up from his back. All of that became secondary compared to a muscular tail that could crush bone into powder.

The transformation wasn’t a bother to the hell orcs. Not when they ran on Aura Ignition and berserk rage, their thick, beefy, eight-foot bodies a canvas of wounds that were slow to heal.

The hell orcs wanted nothing more than to attack the target of their hatred, and that became an easier prospect as the wizard and parasite surged forward to meet the aura-ignited hell orcs in open battle.

Little did these hell orcs know that Zarian and Para had done this plenty of times, to where the duo had developed another new technique. It was a maneuver that was ridiculous, scary, awe-inspiring, and frankly system-abusing.

The OP technique wouldn’t have existed if it hadn’t been for the restraints on Overwhelming Darkness that pushed Zarian to take the harder path. It wouldn’t have existed if it hadn’t been for Empress Ruvaria, who came into Zarian’s life and became his adoring teacher, which only happened because of the Darkrun Apocalypse.

Despite all the bad and grimness, Zarian felt thankful. Hungry, but thankful. He was doing cool wizard shit with his parasitic cloak, concentrating their Aura Mastery and dark magic into a special combo spell array moments before running into their meals.

They fused together Aura Mastery + Void Authority + Void Layer + Black Fire + Torturous Lightning + Bloody Lifesteal + Void Shout.

Aura Mastery worked as the connective weave that streamed through every fillable gap in each spell, regardless of their maddened designs or nefarious purposes.

Void Authority helped enhance void manipulation. That made it easier to incorporate Void Layer into Black Fire, Torturous Lightning, and Bloody Lifesteal.

Once all the spells changed, Zarian and Para took a deep breath. Then they pushed the unified black magic spell as one void-layered thing with the help of Void Shout, which was also concentrated.

The results?

Zarian opened his gator mouth and revealed another mouth from Para inside of his throat. A nearly invisible light on the deep spectrum sparked and glowed inside of them.

Then a gaseous ultraviolet plasma beam speared through one hell orc and stopped it dead in its tracks. Its Aura Ignition turned off. Its many souls screamed and unraveled. Its life energy drained quickly into the void.

The hell orc became too traumatized to fight, forced to freeze up and wait with what little remained of its fate. Even that revealed more horrors as monstrous traits afflicted horrible effects on the victim.

Frenzy Zone, Lore Eater, Uncanny Valley Effect, the Dreaded One made it so that all the hell orcs suffered or had a hard time dealing with Zarian.

The remaining seven hell orcs, whose bodies and souls recognized the terrifying nature of the monster among them, felt a desperation to attack something that even Hidden Hell would reject.

They attacked with a desperate fervor, their thousands of souls depending on it.

Yet, Zarian and Para didn’t bother dodging. They didn’t need to.

An axe chopped into their torso and split them in half.

Strings of flesh, gore, and gristle stitched the wound back together, making their body whole again.

Another axe hacked off their head.

The beheading didn’t stick. Multiple tendrils wrapped it up and stuck it back where their head belonged.

The orcs attacked, and Zarian didn’t die.

The life energy from tens of thousands of souls made death a trivial thing, almost like Zarian blinking his eye. But the hell orcs chopped and chopped, hoping to see the abhorrent wizard monster die. They found no success other than delaying the inevitable.

Gaining some room, Zarian breathed in deep before releasing another ultraviolet plasma beam that sliced through three orcs and stopped them in their tracks.

The remaining four stumbled back in shock.

Zarian slithered toward the next hell orc. He extended two humanoid hands and a bar of ultraviolet plasma that turned into a soul-striking nodachi. His tail propelled him into a mid-air corkscrew maneuver as he sliced through the hell orc and froze it.

He landed with a thump and half galloped, half slithered, as the remaining three hell orcs turned around and tried to run.

Another ultraviolet breath stopped one more. Zarian reached the second to last and struck with a chop of his ultraviolet nodachi. Then he crashed into the final hell orc.

The hell orc tried to rip him off, but sharp and relentless parasite strings hooked into its flesh, stitching them together, sealing any chance of escape. The hell orc and its core of a thousand orc souls screamed and screamed in fear and horror.

All their screaming did nothing but raise Zarian and Para’s appetite.

Zarian opened his jaws wide and breathed one last beam of ultraviolet soul-violence upon the hell orc. He made it something akin to the others, no better than vegetables or dumb cattle.

Para massacred the remaining parts of the hell orcs’ minds that tried to rebel. She devoured all thoughts like mere candy, giving no outlet to the many bound souls in their cores, no way to scream or let out their terror.

All eight hell orcs stood or laid on the floor, unable to do anything. They didn’t have long to exist, their soul-cores unraveling.

Quickly, Zarian and Para dismissed their spells. The aura cost was atrocious even with Zarian’s Aura Magnificence and Hannah’s Aura Generator.

The wizard parasite duo lunged onto the nearest morsel while roaring like a maniacal carnivore.

“OINK! OINK! OINK! GIMME SOME PORK!”

They tore their way through orc after orc until all eight died and left nothing more than charred remains and useless waste. Thankfully, they hadn’t died without Zarian and Para getting their many pounds of flesh.